It was dark in the evening after the rain.
There is a fresh smell of grass in the air and with the rustling sound of leaves, it is sent in by the wind through the crack in the window.
A trace of coolness blows on the neck and it penetrates into the pores with sweat, making people suddenly relaxed.
There was a low noise in the room.
In the dark, Ruan Sixian felt that her close fitting clothes had been wet with sweat and stuck to her body, which was very uncomfortable.
“Hiss——” Fu Mingyu frowned, pressed his palm on the back of her neck, and said in a hoarse voice, “Baby, be gentler.”
Ruan Sixian buried her head in his neck, closed her eyes tightly, and pulled the corners of his clothes with her other hand, trembling slightly.
She gritted her teeth and whispered in a very depressed voice, “Why are you still not… I’m very tired…”
Fu Mingyu lowered his head, spitting out a very hot breath and kissed her earlobe carefully.
She was leaning against his neck.
The room where the lights were turned off was pitch black.
Her sense of smell and hearing were amplified and everything was so clear to her.
The smell on his body surrounded Ruan Sixian
It’s clear the smell of cool fir, and it also has a burning feeling at this time.
The breath in the air is either oppressive or warm, rising here and subsiding there.
Ruan Sixian’s palm has a thin layer of calluses, but her skin is delicate.
Tenderness and subtle coarseness coexist, and every movement is like tugging on a tight string.
Ruan Sixian’s breathing was getting tighter and tighter.
Her eyelashes were trembling and she already lost her measurement of time.
After an unknown amount of time, the arm suddenly froze.
She raised her head and saw Fu Mingyu closing his eyes in the darkness.
His eyebrows tremble slightly, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.
She opened her mouth halfway and forgot to breathe for a moment.
When he slowly opened his eyes, she instantly regained her consciousness, got up quickly and ran towards the bathroom.
In the dimly lit room, Fu Mingyu leaned on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.
Then he slowly tidied up his clothes and cleaned up the dirty sofa with tissues.
After throwing away the tissue, he walked to the wall and raised his hand to turn on the light.
The light lit up the entire living room in an instant.
The sound of water in the bathroom came through the crack of the door and lasted for a long time.
Fu Mingyu stood by the door and tried to open it, but found that it was locked.
He leaned against the wall and knocked gently on the door.
“Aren’t you coming out yet”
“It’s none of your business!”
Ruan Sixian had already washed her hands, but her breathing still had not calmed down when she saw the reddish palms.
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Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that her cheeks were flushed and a few sweat-soaked hair were pressed against her neck, as if she was the one who had been fiddled with.
How can it be more tiring than manipulating the joystick!
A few minutes later, she opened the door and saw Fu Mingyu, who was in front of her, was well-dressed and had no wrinkle at all on his clothes, even the collar was so meticulously done.
How could someone that looked like he was about to die just now, could recover in just ten minutes, as if they could be on the news network immediately
Ruan Sixian lowered her head and pushed him away, “Go away, don’t get in my way.”
When she went to the living room, she saw that Fu Mingyu’s jacket, which was thrown on the sofa, was spread out in disorder.
It seemed like it was pressed by her just now and even the sleeves were also wrinkled.
When she bent down to pick it up, she saw the tissue in the trash can, which still had an unspeakable smell.
Her ears were still red, but when she saw this scene, the veins in her temples jumped up again, and the palm of her hand that was grabbing the jacket continued to heat up.
She had been poisoned.
She definitely had been poisoned.
A young woman who is very reserved and very in line with the values of socialist harmony like her, was lured by him to do something that she thought she would never do in her life.
Fu Mingyu was tying his tie on one side.
His slender fingers tightened sharply and when he turned his head, he saw Ruan Sixian holding his jacket and said: “Baby, pass me the jacket.”